The word love came out of Peng Jia's mouth, which seemed particularly real and credible.

One is because she has seen it with her own eyes, and the other is because she is now very close to Dragon's Tooth Bay. Having replied in the affirmative from a relatively hostile position, it is no wonder that Zhong Shidui is not afraid of any news.

Perhaps, there is another possibility at the moment, she hates Zhong Shidu, but Zhong Shidui is deeply in love with her, so after she lost her memory, she densely weaved a big net called "love"?

Other than that, there is no answer that seems to make sense.

But Song Fei thought of the USB flash drive provided by Zhuang Yingqiu again. If it is true, as Zhong Shidui said, the person she dreamed of pushing her into the bar is just a projection of her hatred for Zhong Shidu, then who is that person?

All these things have disturbed time and space, and also disturbed Song Fei's originally firm thoughts.

Peng Jia looked at her quietly, didn't speak, just added some water to Song Fei between subconsciously sipping tea. Song Fei drank it unconsciously, and the hot liquid flowed through her throat, slowly pulling her mind back.

"I ...... Got it. Song Fei looked at Peng Jia, shook the cup in his hand, and prepared to leave.

"I won't drive you away, sit and sit more. Peng Jia said.

Song Fei refused: "No need, I still have something." ”

Now, she desperately needed some alone space to figure out what she should do next.

"Then help me look at something before leaving?" asked Peng Jia.

"What?" Song Fei wondered, and saw Peng Jia stand up, walk to the easel on the balcony, and turn back after a while, with a painting in his hand.

"Give. She handed it over.

Song Fei unfolded, and the first color came into view, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

It's a familiar colorway.

People who are accustomed to art work, whether they are born now or not, will always have a more accurate first instinct than others.

Song Fei is exactly like this.

Peng Jia's paintings are not very good in terms of technique, but the wonder is that her brushstrokes and color matching always have an awkward sense of familiarity. It's as if she copied it from somewhere, and Song Fei happened to have seen the original.

But which one is it?

Song Fei's gaze slowly swept over, I don't know if she had been looking at it for a long time, and the lines in front of her gradually began to ghost, stretching out colorful splicing plates, as if they could occupy her entire line of sight at any time.

Then, she paused.

Even though it is enough to dazzle in front of you, among all the patterns that are infinitely magnified, there is one place that stands out from the crowd.

If memory serves, there should have been an elaborate English alphabet, which has now been rudely erased.

Q。

Therefore, Peng Jia's copy should be......

Song Fei suddenly raised her eyes, Peng Jia was still sitting firmly opposite, and when her vision became more and more hazy, the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling shallowly, but the words she said had nothing to do with the smile.

"Sleep, he'll pick you up right away. ”

The voice drifted farther and farther, and Song Fei swayed and finally closed his eyes.

Peng Jia's smile faded.

She stared at the sleeping woman, full of mixed emotions. In her heart, she had done enough for Dragon's Tooth Bay and shouldn't have angered Chung Twilight anymore, but on the other hand......

"Why does he like you?" Peng Jia muttered to herself, "It's just a marriage contract, and you haven't even met a few times, so you have to be." ”

Amusing.

Peng Jia stood up, walked up to Song Fei, broke her fingers to unlock the screen, and then found the dialog box with Zhong Shidu, said that she wanted to talk more time and quit.

As she did this, there was a banging on the door, and she was unhurried and waited until the phone and the person were all in their place before turning around and opening the door.

Tang Sihan pushed him away impatiently, and when he entered the room, he saw Song Fei leaning on the sofa, his eyes closed, and his face was smeared with a slightly sickly color.

"What did you do to her?" he asked, walking over without looking back.

Peng Jia: "I took some medicine." ”

"Is there no better way?"

"Yes, just tell her that you will come, do you think she wants to stay?"

"Peng Jia. Tang Sihan looked at it with a warning, and his eyes flashed, "Don't challenge my patience. ”

"I'm going to leave anyway, so I don't care what you do. Peng Jia was still faint, but the resentment in her eyes did not ease much, "Tang Sihan, I helped you do everything you want, even if you don't like me, you have to look at the face of the helper and respect me." ”

"The car is downstairs and you can walk whenever you want. He ignored it and turned his face away, but after a moment he asked again, "Did you say anything to her?"

Peng Jia: "I told her that I don't know if she loves Zhong Shidu, but it's hard to say whether she will believe it." ”

However, these words did not affect Tang Sihan, after he heard it, he just raised his finger and shook it, signaling Peng Jia to leave quickly. Peng Jia didn't argue with him much, but when she was about to reach the door, she couldn't help but turn back.

If this is the last time they see each other......

She stared at the back of her indifference, and now, the owner of the back was reaching out and slowly caressing the sleeping face.

It is regarded as a treasure from the bones.

In Song Fei's consciousness, she was standing at the fork in the road, and the left and right sides were full of fog, and she couldn't see the end at all.

Do you wait, or do you just pick a random direction?

Song Fei was at a loss, but seeing that the fog was getting thicker and thicker, the first idea was automatically abandoned. But since you have to choose casually...... She vaguely felt that this question had been brought up by someone, and how did she answer it at that time? Oh, it seems that she chose the right side, because it was more convenient.

What a strange reason.

Song Fei couldn't help laughing, but her body made a choice before her thoughts and moved to the left. So, she watched as the mist reassembled in front of her into various strange patterns, as if to inform her of the situation she was about to face.

But Song Fei couldn't understand anything, only felt that the road to the end was getting darker and darker, and in the end, only the dim light and shadow flashed in the distance.

Then, she opened her eyes and was facing the same glossy wall lamp, silent for a moment.

But the strange thing is that Song Fei is not too surprised by the unfamiliar environment at the moment. She reached out and touched her forehead, vaguely remembering all the things that had happened in Peng Jia's house, and finally sighed.

Too careless.

Song Fei never thought that Peng Jia would sincerely deconstruct her relationship with Zhong Shidu, but secretly drugged her.

What good is it for her to do this?

Song Fei couldn't figure it out, so when he sat up with his arms propped up, he glanced around.

It was a very spacious room, with very little furniture, and more importantly, there seemed to be no windows, and if you listened closely, you could faintly hear the whining of the wind overhead, and all the lighting was based on the wall lamps with few watts.

Song Fei stepped on the ground barefoot, the soles of her feet were soft carpets, and she walked quietly. Then, when she reached the door, she pulled the handle hopelessly.

Motionless.

But Song Fei didn't have a trace of fear in her heart, as if she was being guided in the dark, and her eyes swept decisively to the top of her head. The four corners of the ceiling were inlaid with dark reliefs, but she chose one of them, raised her arm, and waved at the relief: "I know you can hear you." ”

When the words fell, I was stunned again.

How could she conclude that there was surveillance?

However, as if the other party could hear the question in her heart, but in a moment, she heard the voice of the whole room that was extremely distorted by the machine—

"Hello, MissQ. ”